The white eagle opened its mouth and sprayed another mouthful of blood. The blood was mixed with many transparent grains, like gems.

These are his most pure crystals of true energy, but some of them are separated from blood naturally, and along the flow of some of the energy of heaven and earth, they naturally fall on Fang Xiumu's body, and then disappear.

Most people cannot see such a picture clearly, but the three armies and some other practitioners in the vast wilderness sensed it.

These people were terrified, and coupled with the performance of Su Xiumu in the previous battle, this method of "devouring" other people's true energy for themselves is no different from the monsters in the legend.

However, the aura of the novel on Fang Xiumu is natural and pure, and the sword light even carries that sacred smell.

So these people, even Bai Ying, have a new insight and think of some things that are not recorded in the classics.

These experiences and insights cannot be directly transformed into why things, but they are like seeds that fall into the hearts of these practitioners.

In the vast wilderness between the three armies of the Menghou Mansion and Thousand Dust Mountains, there are naturally other masters. However, even the three eagles could not stop Fang Xiumu, and it seemed that Fang Xiumu was not injured. This made people feel infinitely emotional and shocked, and even despair.

From the Battle of Changling before the Yuanwu ascended the throne in the past, the world of practitioners was relatively calm. However, after the Lushan Alliance, amazing flashes appeared in the world of practitioners.

The old monk Donghu killed the palace and broke the Three Eagles in an instant today, as if he had entered a state of no one, once again letting the practitioners in the world clearly realize that even the masters of the seventh level still have a huge gap.

Now these desperate practitioners in the wilderness know that they can't change anything even if they take action, and are powerless to stop Fang Xiumu from moving forward. However, the battles that have seen with their own eyes and the seeds that fall in their hearts will definitely cause great changes to the future world of practitioners.

No one will stop you, and thousands of dust mountains are right in front of you.

Feeling the sword intent in the Thousand Monster Mountains, Fang Xiumu's eyes felt great respect, and then he devoted himself to it without hesitation.

There were some uncontrollable cry in the wasteland.

These people are friends of Bashan Sword Field, or enemies of Yuan Wu and Zheng Xiu. However, they were either blocked by their opponents or had no combat power to approach Chenshan. In their opinion, the arrival of Fang Xiumu could already determine the final outcome of this battle.

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Fang Xiumu entered the Chenshan magic array, and the aura on his body naturally pulled the vitality in Qianchen Mountains, causing Qianchen Mountains to have a strange rhythm.

"The Fang Xiu Gu has arrived."

Ding Ning immediately felt such a wonderful rhythm and said to Changsun Qianxue, Dan Tai Guanjian and others with emotion.

At the same time, the enemies in this magic circle also knew about the arrival of Fang Xiumu.

What greeted Fang Xiumu was a mysterious and violent sword energy.

This sword energy was like a furious giant, shaking the sky and tearing apart the sky in a hysterical way.

Fang Xiumu didn't even see the scenery in front of him clearly. The corner of the Dust Mountain in front had already been broken. This mysterious and violent sword energy had already blocked all his way of progress and retreat like a dust storm, sweeping all his way of progress and retreat.

Anger itself is a terrible power, the soul of this sword energy. However, when he encountered such a terrible sword energy, Fang Xiumu was not nervous at all because of his breakthrough realm, and he became angry.

A practitioner like a stone Buddha either does not get angry or becomes angry, and few people will get angry.

So Fang Xiumu naturally returned the sword.

His sword spread the rage of losing his most beloved brother to the fullest.

With his sword swing, golden flames even burned in the air, and a loud bang, the sword energy ahead was unmatched, and it was torn apart like a cloth torn apart by a sharp weapon.

With an incredible loud shout, the practitioner who fired the sword appeared at the bottom of the pit not far from Fang Xiu Gu.

The huge pit came from the collision of this sword.

This practitioner is Meng Fangying. His lips and teeth are covered with blood. Although he is still standing at the bottom of the pit like iron cast, there is a stormy sound of shocking waves inside his body.

Meng Fangying, who was hit hard, seemed to have reached his limit, but without any stop, he let out a sharp roar again.

With this sharp roar, the sword light in front of him burst out, and a smell of new life emerged from his body. The power of this sword light was even stronger than the previous sword.

This sword is the head of the Seven-Secret Sword of Menghou’s Mansion, breaking through the cocoon.

This sword intent not only breaks through the limitations of many of its own meridians, but can also stimulate stronger power after being injured. The most important thing is that there is also a force in the sword energy to break through some laws of flow of vital energy and block the condensation of vital energy by the opponent.

With his sharp roar and sword light generated, a shrill body appeared in the dusty mountain on the left side of the square embroidered curtain.

This is the old monster in Jiaodong County whose body was cut off by Ding Ning.

When the remaining true energy in her body gushed out like a storm, she could not suppress her physical injuries. Endless blood and even some broken organs splashed out from her body.

The last power burst out from her body, which involved the vitality in the magic circle, and finally turned into a red glow.

This ray of rays is filled with a smell of corruption, just like the decay of time.

Fang Xiumu took a deep breath.

He set his sword.

Countless thunder sounded in the dusty mountain.

The thunder did not spread outward, but instead came towards his body.

A sword light with a sacred light lit up in front of him, and then it was split into two.

A muffled shock.

The remaining body of the old Jiaodong County monster shook into countless pieces, like many bright petals flying in the dust.

Fang Xiu Gu fell into a pit hundreds of feet away.

There were countless blood lines on his body, and the red glow came out from his skin, giving his body a decay smell.

Meng Fangying sat down at the bottom of the pit. He looked at Fang Xiumu, who was so severe that he was unable to get rid of the severe injury, and his heart was full of absurd feelings except shock.

At this moment, he could not understand why Fang Xiumu dared to take on such a joint attack from him and Zheng An.

Then he began to vomit blood, vomiting blood in big mouthfuls.

A trace of tiny sword energy that he could not control hit his heart at the moment, cutting off one of his main bloodlines.

He could not control the gushing of blood in his body.

He could only vomit blood continuously, uncontrollably, as if he wanted to vomit all the blood in his body.

The hot blood of the ape is full of bitterness in the mouth.

Now he understood.
Chapter completed!